Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 368 - 227: Can a Stupid Skeleton Invent Magic?_1

Chapter 368: Chapter 227: Can a Stupid Skeleton Invent Magic?_1

From a bird’s-eye view, a horse-drawn carriage and a unicorn were racing forward at a ninety-degree angle, coming closer and closer, until they eventually intersected at the apex.

The undead and demonic face on the carriage turned in shock, gazing at the ‘horse’ that brushed past them.

Atop this ‘horse’s’ head sat a large cat, its back held an armored figure, a little girl, a skeleton, and a brass juvenile dragon. All of them squished together, eyes fixed on the carriage, shifting their gazes according to the alternating positions of both parties.

Finally passing each other, the carriage went from the left side of the other party to the right, the four atop the horse turned their heads with a swift whip, continuing to watch them intently.

The undead was shocked, was this still a horse?

The demonic face on the brazier blinked, muttering softly, “Why does this all seem familiar? Where have I seen them before?”

The undead reacted with astonishment, “You recognise them? They’ve turned, they’re coming back again. Do you owe them money? Why else would they dare to chase my carriage?”

In the Land of Fallen, those who possess bone horses and carriages are always the high-level undead and witches, such as the Great Sage. To be daring enough to chase after one high-level undead in the wilderness would mostly be due to owing them a significant sum of money, otherwise, who would be audacious to do such a thing?

The undead spoke, found no response, turned its head and saw that the demon face on the hearth had extinguished, nowhere to be seen.

The undead was genuinely stunned, had even this slippery demon run away? It just ran without a word, could it be that it recognized something terrifying from that pile of things?

The undead immediately became alert, his spirit flashed through the scenes he had just witnessed. What could it be that was terrifying? The big cat on top of the horse? How scary could a single cat be?

The little girl? A sweetly soft and cute little girl, what could be frightening about her. A golden skeleton is quite common, also not that scary.

The only unusual ones left were the brass juvenile dragon and that armored man, juvenile dragons aren’t scary, but the presence of a juvenile dragon, wouldn’t that imply an adult dragon?

But shadows of the adult dragon couldn’t be seen, wouldn’t scare off the Lord of Terror. Could it be because of that armored man?

Right at that moment, Lightning, bearing five, caught up, effortlessly running parallel to the carriage. Six heads slanted, gaze fixed on the undead. At the very end of the line, the bronze juvenile dragon opened its mouth and said, “Hello, could you tell us which way leads to the fourth relay tower?”

The undead’s heart jolted: Could it be such a coincidence? At this very moment heading to the fourth relay tower, could they be the ones to replace the relay tower?

Without changing expression, he asked, “You are going to the fourth relay tower? What a stroke of luck, I was planning to pass by the fourth relay tower as well. You can follow me on my journey, might I be so bold as to ask, why are you heading to the fourth relay tower?”

Negris responded truthfully, “The night watchman at the fourth relay tower doesn’t want to continue his task, so we’re going to replace him.”

As expected, normally, the relay towers would lay abandoned for years on end, rarely visited by anyone. Running into one now, who else could it be but the replacements?

However, the undead inspected them: “Who among you is the replacement? The night watchman is responsible for feeding the relay spirit. If the spirit is too weak, it wouldn’t work. Moreover, only one spirit could feed it, the relay spirit recognizes only one soul, any other soul that approaches would hurt it.”

Out of the group, the undead decided that just the skeleton and the armored man fit the features of the undead the most. The rest seemed to be very lively, how would they be able to feed the relay spirit?

Negris pointed at the zombie at the very front, “This one.”

That answer fit into the undead’s understanding. After a while, a tower appeared on the horizon, the undead pointed at the tower and said, “That is the fourth relay tower.”

“Oh, thank you very much, we’re lucky to have bumped into you, else we might have missed it based on our directions. Thank you very much, may I know your name?” Negris politely asked.

This had caught him off guard, he was still able to remember asking for someone else’s name.

“We’re all travelers in the Land of Fallen, there’s no need to make a note of each other’s names… good bye.” Nonchalantly waving his hand, the bone horse sprang forward towards the horizon, speeding up, thanks to the undead’s guidance.

Once Ange and the others were out of sight, the carriage screeched to a halt with a sudden jolt, the undead incarnation popped up from the roof of the carriage, gazing in the direction of the relay tower.

Ange and the others had already shrunk to a tiny white dot, moving towards the base of the relay tower.

Suddenly, the fire in the pan reignited, the flames reforming the face of the Lord of Terror.

The undead immediately cursed, “You demon, you can’t be trusted, you ran so quickly. Was it so scary that you had to run?”

“I was afraid they would find me, that unicorn is very sensitive to demonic aura.” The Lord of Terror explained.

“Unicorn?,” said the undead, confused. Where did the unicorn come from?

“Could it be you didn’t notice that the horse they were riding was a unicorn?” The demon retorted in surprise. freewёbnoνel.com

“It wasn’t a horse? What about its horn?” The undead appeared confused.

“That cat was covering it…”

Both the undead and the demon exchanged a glance, sensing an unreliable vibe from each other.

“Enough talk, let’s hurry on, lest we miss the relay spirit’s resting period during the handover.” The demon urged.

“What about you?” Asked the undead.

“I’ll stay here and watch the carriage, lest someone steals it.” The demon responded.

The undead snorted, grumbling reluctantly, “I have to do everything, you are just a mere car watcher.”